Night of terror

Two strangers, new to town, stalked across Sth. Maroubra Green. Crow’s from another Park. Something already gleaned from gossip overheard from behind a tree, that Ghost of Bert, whomever that was has reappeared he did not go to crowadice but flew amid the trees

tattered winged ghost.

Suddenly a tattered crow type shape flew in to sight. A moth eaten parody of Crow, more garbage than bird.

This Bert shadowed each one until dawn when suddenly they were all alone, out of breath and sick with dread